I’ve not much spare time left in my days at present because, when I’m not climbing ladders trying to rid my life of pigeons, or knitting a triangle or square for the upcoming secretive Knitting Nannas Against Gas yarn-bombing event, I’m reading The Book Thief; flipping my way through the 500+ pages, tracing the tale related by Death while the characters live & breathe in my bedroom as I begin another pre-Summer morning beside a bedside lamp.
Though I do manage to grab an hour for something other than climbing, reading or knitting when Ben, my son, heads off to his karate class of an evening.This is how it goes …
We travel together in the Mazda 3. I park the transport up from Richard Marlin’s Success Martial Arts academy, then glance sideways at Ben as he enters the space carrying the tote bag containing his gi, belt and water bottle, before delivering a respectful bow and stepping bare-footed into Sensei Debbie’s arena to unlock his mojo.
Outside my brown Telent joggers lead me westward towards the streets of South Lismore, aiming to take my treads on more-than-just-a-pleasant-stroll, wearing down rubber as I move forward – and sometimes sideways – into a renewed sense of upwards-of-walking-paced fitness; & with a few tricep dips and chest presses thrown in at strategic points along the way when a fence provides the metal & space for a grip.
‘I saw you walking out near the little bridge over south,’ says my neighbour later in the evening.
‘Thank God I wasn’t out on a secret RSVP hook-up,’ I say to Darren the crane driver with the long blond pony-tail. ‘ Seems a woman can’t grab a bit of anonymous space around the town, no matter how far she roams.’
‘It’s just that I used to see you beating the bitumen around the cattle sales’ yards at the northern end of town most mornings; and just thought you do hoof it around Lismore quite a bit.’
‘Not as much now as I used to; when a one-and-a-half hour walking session was almost the daily norm.’
Still the South Lismore walking loop is getting me back into the swing of things. I’m certainly enjoying exploring new areas of the town – those southern sections previously obscured from my life for one reason or another – while finding new ways to satisfy my exploratory nature and rekindle a mindful focus on the here-and-now.
And Ben is happier now that I drive his invigorated body home after the hype of a karate class stretches his muscles and slightly unsettles the fragile hold he aims to maintain on his mind on a daily basis.